Ye Mingtian let out a bitter laugh: "There's no other way, he's too powerful! Powerful enough that I must do this!"
"Damn it, killed so many people, but still can't escape this deadly fate!"
Ye Chenfeng simply sat down on the ground, trembling as he lit a cigarette.
The situation now had nothing to do with the desire to survive, all Ye Chenfeng could do was take a few more puffs.
"Wine God, oh Wine God, didn't expect I'd risk my life to bring you wine. The matter of you teaching me the breath technique is settled between us now."
Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself.
The few people from the Indian Rakshasa and the South American Primitive Tribe, upon seeing this scene, were on guard as they slowly approached Ye Chenfeng.
"Greetings, Forbidden God King!"
"Apologies, it's our first meeting and we have to take your life. However, we must do this to obtain the Spear of Destiny."
...
The Indian Rakshasa people said quite politely.
